Loose Ends ~ 1

Loose ends of my life at home

lying at my feet

stuffed in my pockets

filed away in drawers and cupboards.

Loose ends of friendships stored

in special cupboards 

of mind and heart

picked up & woven into conversation 

no gap in time or event.

Loose ends of my own words 

written in story and poem over years

incomplete

immature

requiring coherency

return to my vision.

Finding loose ends takes time.

Are they all knotted and tangled?

Stuffed and bundled in electronic file folders

titles long and unwieldy 

sentences awkwardly constructed

paragraphs out of order

abundantly worded drafts and redrafts

Loose ends drape themselves,
untidy bits that await
reconnection

revision.

“It always seems impossible, until it’s done.”

~  Nelson Mandela